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Headcanons: Overwatch Men Saying I Love You for the First Time (Pt 1.)

A/N: splitting these headcanons into 2 parts so that i can get the creative juices flowing for when i write the others. (hcs under the cut!)

(part 2 here! :])

Warnings: none that i can think of Word Count: 952

Baptiste:

Baptiste, being ever the spontaneous one, first tells you he loves you during the movie night you have about every two weeks.

The two of you were huddled underneath a large, fluffy blanket, the film you chose somewhat forgotten as you idly chat about whatever comes to mind.

As you go to lean against his shoulder, you can hear a small breath hitch in his throat as his sentence fades off.

With a concerned look on your face, you pause the movie before lifting your head to look at him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Baptiste nods his head in reply as he places a comforting hand on your arm.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's just...You know I love you, right?"

Your eyes widen in surprise for a moment before softening again as you sweetly smile at him.

"I love you too, 'Tiste..."

Cassidy:

Cole is almost always on charmer mode with everyone he knows and comes across. It's part of how he got this far in life and how he prefers to be seen.

But when it comes to his first time telling you how he feels after you've just started dating? Completely different story. He's an absolute mess.

Here he is, pacing back and forth in front of your door with a gift in hand as he debates on how to admit his affections for you.

As he hypes himself up to finally knock and just tell you, the door creaks open with you peeking out from behind it.

"Oh, hi Cole! What can I do for you?" You say, fully pulling the door open as you greet him with a grin.

"H-hey, darlin'... I- I, uh, made somthin' for you. Here." An unprepared Cassidy stutters as he hands you his present.

As you look down at where your hand meet, Cole pulls his away to reveal a braided leather bracelet with round wooden beads interlaced.

Letting out an excited gasp, you place it upon your wrist before throwing your arms around the cowboy.

"This is amazing, Cass, thank you! I love you!"

Cassidy then chuckles deeply, wrapping himself around you as he leans into your touch.

"Love you too, sweetheart."

Doomfist:

Akande is very in tune with what he wants for himself, so when he realizes how he feels, he won't hesitate to tell you.

He'd call you to meet him somewhere private in Talon's headquarters, where once you arrive, he'd instantly start flirting.

"Ah, hello my dear. Looking as wonderful as always."

"Oh, thank you, Akande! Is there something you wanted from me?"

He would shake his head in confirmation before tenderly grabbing your hand and placing a kiss atop it.

"Nothing too serious, I assure you. I simply wanted to tell you that I love you. I hope you feel the same."

With a flustered expression, you'd whisper a small yes before he places his arms around around your waist in an unusually soft embrace.

Genji:

Genji says it during a rare quiet moment at Gibraltar.

After preventing a Null Sector attack on a town not far from base, you were helping him repair some of his cybernetic parts that got damaged in the fight.

In the middle of adding a few adjustments to one of the mobility mechanisms, he heaves out a deep sigh which causes you to glance up at him.

"I can tell you wanna say something, 'Ji. You can tell me if you want."

With a shake of his head, he lets out another sigh as he places a gentle hand on your face.

"Just... thank you for everything you do for me, my beloved. I love you."

"Love you too, Genji."

Hanzo:

If anyone would be the one to plan something to tell you his feelings, it would absolutely be Hanzo Shimada himself.

Even if he isn't normally one for romance, your presence in his life would have changed that

Hanzo would make preparations to meet you somewhere special so he could not so subtly show you off in public.

After eating a fancy dinner at an expensive restaurant and going on a walk through a park, he'd turn to look at you with admiration swimming in his eyes.

"I just want you to know that I love you very much. Even if I don't say it often, I really do care about you."

"I love you too, Han." You'd grin before kissing him softly on the cheek.

Junkrat:

Let's be honest with ourselves, Jamison would have blurted it out within the first few days of being with you.

He'd probably be so focused on building a new explosive contraption that he wouldn't have even noticed he said it.

"Oi, could you hand me the thing? It's in the toolbox over there!"

You'd walk over, grab the thing he needs and go to give it to him with a few pats to his shoulder.

"Thank youuu, I love ya!"

You'd chuckle quietly in response and give his head a smooch before walking off to do your own thing.

"I love you too, Fawkes!"

Lifeweaver:

Niran will tell you he loves you when he hides out at your place after a group of hunters sent by Vishkar find him and try to chase him down.

After a relentless pursuit, he manages to escape and find his way to your house, needing a place to recollect his thoughts.

When you respond to the banging on your door, you look out to see an exhausted Lifeweaver on your doorstep.

"Could I bother you for a place to stay for the night?"

"Always. The guest room is already ready for you."

With a relieved sigh, Niran would hug you before pulling you back into the house.

"Thank you, I love you so much, darling!"

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Handholding Headcanons Part 3

Part 3 of 4

Ashe You have to be the one to take her hand first. She might jerk her hand away, confused about what you want but then she softens, letting you take her hand. She watches the simple action with brows furrowed until she feels how nice your hand in hers is. How it feels right and she holds on tight. As if scared you might vanish if she lets go.

Baptiste  He enjoys holding hands. It’s simple but says more than words. He smiles and always offers his hand to you to take. He waits until you slip your hand into his before he closes his. His hands are rough and strong. Comforting and warm. He’s always last to let go, letting fingers gently slip from his touch, fingers linked for a second before you part.

Genji The ex-playboy never did handholding before, far too intimate of a gesture for those he was just seeing for a good time and now, with the way he is, the new him both body and soul. He’s self-conscious and hesitant both in his strength and in how cold his hand would feel to the touch. You need to be the one to take his hand in yours, let him know you want this, that the cold metal of his fingers mingled with your warm ones is perfect.

Junkrat He has no concept of how to act in a relationship, to show his love or his affection and when you go to hold his hand he jerks away and wrinkles his nose at you, holding his hand against his chest thinking you were trying to take something from him. You have to explain why you want to hold his hand and he seems dubious of your intentions, thinks you are going to trick him until you grab his hand and hold it, letting him know there is no trick. He decides he rather likes how your hand feels in his.

Sigma He loves the simple intimacy and connection of holding someone he cares about's hand. Be it romanic or platonic. He will happily chatter with you or at you as he takes both of your hands in his. Cupping his large hands over yours with a big smile on his face, the corners of his eyes crinkle with fondness as he holds your hand close to his chest. Wanting that simple human connection. It’s near impossible to hold his hand when he’s floating, maybe he gets one of those ‘can’t reach tall places’ grabbers for you to still hold his hand.

[adeadlysong]

The Challenge: The Final Boss

@thighhighsandgoldeneyes from here!

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Rafaele did his best to fend off all attacks - and he was doing a pretty good job of countering, from what Kamiizumi could tell. Every blow both men exchanged with their swords kept blocking the other’s from really hitting.

Zael’s sneak attack was enough to get Rafaele’s attention from Kamiizumi. Rafaele tried to slash at Zael in a wide arc, and Lana used the opportunity to fire an electric spell at him.

Rafaele teleported out of the way - just before the attack could hit. Lana hissed, before turning to punch Rafaele - who had reappeared right behind her! 

“All the freakin’ teleporting isn’t helping things.” Lana grumbled. She managed to get a hit on Rafaele’s jaw. Rafaele stumbled back before taking out a few knives, throwing them at her. Lana threw herself out of the way, but one of them tore at her sleeve, while another one managed to nick Kamiizumi in the right shoulder.

“Honestly, I’d be interested in gagging him. Might prevent him from taunting our ears off.” Kamiizumi muttered, glancing toward Dagran before moving in to try to get a hit at Rafaele again. Rafaele dodged, before using telekinesis to knock the sword out of Kamiizumi’s hand. The Swordmaster, however, used the opportunity to try to dive in at Rafaele and half-tackle him down. Rafaele barely dodged, but also tripped a bit. He didn’t fall, however, as he managed to regain balance. 

“Andddd looks like things are turning more toward close combat! Oooh!” Nuriel was commentating quite cheerily, a stark contrast to the current battle going on. “Let’s go, finalists!! It seems like Rafaele’s keeping up well with them, but who knows what will happen!?”

Lana fired another spell at Rafaele-  a frosty one - but Rafaele deflected it by summoning a magical shield. The spell went off flying toward Dagran instead but barely missed him, flying above his head.

“Sorry!” Lana was heard yelling, just before Rafaele let out a laugh.

“Is that all you got? Looks like I need to make things a bit more interesting, then!” As if on cue, music started up in the background, and the wind began to kick up harshly. The sound of clouds rumbling caught Lana’s attention, and she cursed as she felt it get harder to stay standing.

“Ah, fuck! He’s gonna sing!” 

Kamiizumi managed to retrieve his sword. “Brace yourselves...!” 

Rafaele’s eyes glowed briefly, before rain started pouring - just a little bit at first, but then it got heavier. Kamiizumi nor Lana could understand the language being sung, but it was singing, alright. Lana tried to fire a spell at Rafaele, but missed after she slipped on the now-soaked ground. Rafaele threw more knives - at Zael, at Dagran - before teleporting back toward the stage area as the rain kept on pouring. 

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Lost Chance Part 2

Mauga x reader

Im starting to get use to writing on here

Sorry for the wait!!!

“Well then..” Moria starts “Kill her” she then finishes her thought. Mauga’s eyes widen in shock, so does most of the talon crew members in the conference. “Moira may I-“ Baptise starts but he is interrupted by Moria. “No we are not here to pled Y/N’s case, she is a traitor and we will hunt her down. She had her chance to come back to be reprimanded but she chose to run. Now dismissed.”

The talon conference room was now ice cold and silent as a mouse, no one dared to talk and instead all gave each other looks that were either full of shock or sadness. The one person that bought (somewhat, as much as she could) joy into talon mission and was someone who cared about the others of the talon crew was now a person who they would have to hunt for and kill when spotted.

Once everyone left Baptise looked at Mauga, he was still sitting in the chair at the table with a shocked turned into depressed look at what seemed to be nothing but his thoughts were eating him up.“Mauga..” Baptise started. “I’m sorry” Baptise had put a hand to Mauga shoulder but Mauga had gotten up and stormed out of the room. But before he could leave he said to no one in particular “Im finding her and im getting her back, she’s not dying on my watch”

CLIF HANGERRR 😈😈

Part 3?! Y/N experience??? 🫣

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Meeting and Dating Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Apologies for the meeting scenario being massive. Zorg is just that kind of guy.)

- Zorg is nothing like what you’d expected. For a man whose name strikes fear into the hearts of his employees and onward, you’re surprised to find that he is simply a man: a scrawny, almost goofy looking man with the most unassuming face you’ve ever seen. You expected an intimidating stature, perhaps a dark sleek suit or a multitude of facial scars: and while you take notice of the faintest of marks in the space between his eye and eyebrow, none of those descriptors seem to be very accurate at all.

- Zorg is, for better or for worse, a bit of a disappointment: though it certainly makes dealing with him a hell of a lot easier. You’re well aware that he could maim you at any moment yet the image of him limping about your studio space while inquiring about your skills as a futuristic freelancer makes answering him without stuttering a whole lot more feasible.

- Regardless of your personal feelings towards him and his almost insultingly approachable exterior, you find yourself being hired to work for him; at least temporarily, by the time he makes his way out of your front door, leaving you with only a few fleeting directions and a business card with the address of your new place of employment printed plainly on the front.

- For the most part, Zorg pays very little attention to you besides the necessary check ins to monitor your progress with work. Frankly put, you’re nothing special to him, though being nothing special to a man like Zorg; someone who believes that life itself is hardly a precious thing, is not that much of an insult in comparison to the other sorts of things he could potentially regard you as. Nothing of note is a hell of a lot better than useless, expendable, or scum of the Earth.

- He regards you with his usual indifference, up until you manage to impress him with your expertise, proving yourself to be far more useful than he’d initially anticipated. You’re entrusted with more tasks and it becomes commonplace for him to call upon you at odd hours or pay you lone visits; oftentimes without warning. It’s during one of these visits that your relationship takes a bit of a turn….

- Admittedly, you’re a little tipsy when he knocks on your door, tipsy and tired and a little annoyed that you have to deal with work at such a late hour. But you let him in anyway, letting him look over your work as you stand against the wall near your desk, the level of familiarity that’s formed between the two of you making the interaction far less uncomfortable than it probably should have been.

"Don't you have anyone else you'd rather spend time with," You question, glancing at the clock hanging on your wall, sighing and rubbing at your forehead as you read the late hour displayed on its face. "A family, friends, girlfriend?

- He pauses, the gadget you've been working on still held in his hand and lifted towards his face, positioned in the way he was inspecting it mere seconds before. He glances at you for a moment and you wonder if you’re finally going to meet the ruthless businessman you’ve heard so much about. But after a long pause, he turns his attention back to your invention and answers you in an almost matter of fact tone.

"There's more important matters I'd rather spend my time dealing with. You for instance. You and your lovely little creations." The smile he sends your way is the type of smile you usually see from him, somewhat pursed and insincere; tight lipped yet loose at the same time.

“You never get lonely?”

“I’m a busy man. Far too busy to be lonely.”

“You never get horny?” That one gives him pause and, in a way, it gives you pause as well. You hadn't really anticipated voicing the question that had, against your will, crawled its way into your brain yet it had fallen out all the same. You stayed silent, stupidly feeling as though you had to double down.

"Now why would you wanna know about that?" He questions, sounding almost amused as his hands fall down from their raised position, the gadget in his grasp following suit as his fingers absentmindedly fiddle with it's different functions.

"Just curious." You answer quickly, hoping to move on from the topic, your eyes refusing to look him in his face.

"You almost make it sound like its a proposition." He replies, not letting you dismiss the conversation.

"I'm a little drunk." You say, half an excuse and half an apology.

"Ahh." He replies quietly, the sound of understanding feeling teasing in it's delivery, which you're almost certain is what he was aiming for. "Now is that a common thing for you to think about when you're under the influence?"

- You rub your face, taking in a deep breath before looking at him, his eyes twinkling as they watch you, crinkled slightly as though he's having the time of his life. You stare at him for a moment, weighing your options as best as you can before deciding to just go with it.

"All the time. You're a ridiculously desirable man," You state, watching him smirk at the comment, his hands moving to put your work back down onto your desk. "You never did answer the question."

"Maybe I'll indulge you some other time," He replies lightheartedly. "Unless that really was a proposition?"

"Until next time then." You conclude with a small smile, kicking off the wall and leading him back to your front door....

- Now, for reasons you don't care to admit are at least somewhat justified, Zorg kind of has an inkling that you might have a thing for him. And while that may not necessarily be the case at this point in time, it's enough to make him consider the thought of being with you; in one way or another, and the thought of it really doesn't seem all that bad. Zorg is, at his core, just a strange, kind of submissive little loser, so having a woman be into him is definitely a bit of an ego boost; especially when the woman is as attractive and talented as you are.

- You don't help your case when you decide to indulge in his banter. While you're under the assumption that he's teasing you, he's under the assumption that the two of you have a bit of a cat and mouse thing going on: that you're flirting with each other and that you're teasing him by acting all hot and cold. He finds it …alluring; at least at first.

- All the while you're just sort of confused; maybe a little purposefully blind to it all. You're not all that interested in him so when he's suddenly dropping in on you 10x more or coincidentally running into you in the corridors of the office or going to you with things he could very easily be asking his other "employees" about, you're either somewhat confused or just trying to brush it all off so as to not seem presumptuous.

- Though there's no denying that there is something going on, what with the way he looks at you, the random close proximity and the way he reacts to your teasing whenever you decide to return the same energy that he sends your way back to him. He almost seems flustered, seems like his throat goes dry whenever you're in his personal bubble or grin at him over your desk; like he's not used to the attention even though he's very adamant on trying to garner it.

- He's arguably an irredeemable monster, but now that you're thinking about it …he's actually kind of cute.... in a weird, cold, pathetic kind of way.

- Though the minute you start thinking that way, that's when you know it's all over for you....

- Luckily for you, Zorg has it ten times worse. He's wrapped around your finger whether you fully realize it or not. He's good at playing it cool; mainly because he has a somewhat unreadable face, but the minute you ask him for anything, it's already yours. Need a weapon? Simple Appliance? Time off? All you have to do is ask and endure the minute long stare he fixes you with before he finally agrees; sometimes with a teasing question of what he gets out of the deal.

- That being said: the best way to get what you want is to butter him up a little. Flirt, tease, maybe even touch him a bit and he's putty in your hands; no scary stare or nothing. It's a lesson you learn when you really need to leave work early and unluckily run into him in the elevator while trying to make your "secret" escape. You lay it on thick, smiling at him and praising him and clutching at his arm until you both make it to the lobby where he waves you off and lets you go; his heart beating rapidly after staring at your imploring and hopeful little looks.

- Though with this skill of manipulation comes the next phase in your relationship, one where he's much more blatant and open about his advances. This is the point in time where other people start to notice his interest in you; whether they're willing to risk their lives by speaking about it or not.

- Do his assistants understand why they're being shooed out of the room so he can be alone with you, or why he's getting them to deliver flowers or things of the like to your door, or why he's touching you, or speaking so lowly that it's obvious he doesn't want anyone else to hear him but you? Of course they do; at least on some level, but nobody is willing to open their mouths in one way or the other.

- To think of his affections for you as something lighthearted is a mistake: inside of him is a devotion that's almost suffocating; the sort of devotion that neither words nor actions can ever truly express. It becomes palpable in the way he stares at you, the way he speaks to you and the promises he makes.

- It's in those moments that he actually manages to fluster you, your heart and mind unable to process how earnest he's being in his statements. Some of the things he says just seem so implausible, his promises seem so impossible, yet the way he says them makes it seem as though there's no doubt in his mind that he can fulfill them. However, you should already know that there's a difference between everyone in the world and him.

- It's after he fulfills one of these promises that the two of you share your first kiss. You're called into his office, walking in on him sat at his desk, a small smile pulling at his lips. He reveals an object you've desperately needed/wanted for a long time and watches you stare at it in shock and amazement, pleased with himself as he hands it over to you.

- You gush over it for a few moments, thanking him profusely as he teases you about how difficult it was for him to track down. "But I did make a promise, didn't I?" He tells you, watching as you nod along to his words and inspect the object closely. You're only interrupted when he stands and closes in on you, quietly telling you that he thinks he might deserve some compensation for all of his trouble and asking what he's going to get out of this little deal of yours.

- It's a half joke that he makes quite often, one you usually write off with a promise of your exceptional work or expertise in the future, but this time you can't help but fall victim to the excitement and the heaviness in the air. The heat of his gaze bearing down on you in full force as you turn to look at him, scanning his face before leaning in to kiss him for a long moment, feeling the way his surprise slowly melts from his lips and is replaced by reciprocation.

"Well," He starts as you both pull away. "I think all that trouble was well worth it, if I do say so myself."

- Good thing for you, the trouble has proven to be worth it to this day....

- Zorg prefers to keep an air of professionalism whenever the two of you are out in public together, so while he's no stranger to touching you in the presence of others, he has a tendency to keep his affection to a minimum. This is, due in part, to the fact that he prefers keeping the details of your relationship somewhat vague: knowing how dangerous it could be for both of you to go public and show the entire universe just how much he cares for you. He's a man who's made a lot of enemies and if you're going to be with him, you'll have to understand that.

- That being said, he does like to make it known that the two of you are; at the very least, very familiar with each other. Sometimes it's purposeful, like setting a hand on your thigh when you're sitting in on a meeting with him, while other times it's just organic, like how easily the two of you dance around each other while gathering your things to leave or demonstrate a new product. They're typically done whenever he's a bit jealous or feels people are paying too much attention to you. A sort of "she's off limits" warning that no one dares to disobey.

- In normal situations, he's much more prone to staying in close proximity and murmuring quiet comments to you; typically somewhat flirtatious ones that are meant for your ears only, rather than being very touchy feely; though he might occasionally caress your skin in a fleeting gesture while passing you by.

- Hand kisses. He typically gives them to you just as the doors to his office closes: a snippet of affection that his secretary cranes her neck to try and catch.

- Slow, prolonged kisses. You usually lean in with the intention of sharing a quick kiss, yet almost always find yourselves hesitating to pull away; Zorg is especially guilty of this "habit" since he's usually the one asking for the "quick" kiss and then subsequently getting carried away.

- Being gently pulled down onto his lap. He'll take you by the hand and lead you to sit down as he speaks, hooking his chin over your shoulder as you continue your conversation. Sometimes he'll tease you but other times he'll simply listen, relaxing as he listens to you speak and/or explain something in front of you.

- Zorg is a little spoon and you can't convince me otherwise. It doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him: he's perfectly content having a backpack or a cocoon depending on the height difference. All that matter is that you're willing to hug him from behind.

- Zorg almost exclusively uses sickly sweet terms of endearment: things like my dear, darlin', sweet pea, honey bunch, buttercup, etc. You have half a mind to think that he's being sarcastic or mocking whenever he uses them, but when you take into consideration the rest of his vocabulary, you quickly realize that it's simply the way that he speaks. It wouldn't feel right being called "babe" by someone like him; you probably can't even imagine it coming out of his mouth.

- Speaking of his eloquent way of speaking: the way that he pronounces things might baffle you at times; or even get on your nerves, (*cough, cough* "corezes" *cough, cough*) but you'll definitely end up saying it the same way as him on accident at some point and it will make you momentarily question your entire existence. He probably won't even realize it but you will, and it's almost worse that way.

- Letting him ramble at you. I say "at you" because he isn't really expecting an answer. He's a very 'string of conscious' kind of talker so all you have to do is look at him and nod along; even if you don't fully understand or agree. He simply likes talking and knowing you're; at least partially, listening. He also just has a tendency to think aloud so sometimes when he's speaking, he isn't actually trying to tell you anything, rather, he's just trying to process his thoughts.

- Random stories about his youth. He doesn't purposefully keep things from you but he does have a tendency to tell you about inconsequential things rather than telling you stories about what others would deem "important moments" in a persons life. He only realizes that he's never told you about certain things when he offhandedly mentions them and you look at him all bewildered. "I didn't tell you about that?" Like?? No, no Zorg, I think I would have remembered you telling me about being in a war??

- He'll go from rambling energetically to being completely silent and that just something you're gonna have to get used to. It might be somewhat alarming at first but once you realize it just means that he's thinking really hard about something, it's easier to relax whenever it randomly occurs. Just give him some time to himself without any disturbances or bring up the last thing that he said to you and he'll work it all out and/or start talking again.

- Sometimes he tells you all of his business, other times, he tells you not to worry your pretty little head about it. It really just depends on the situation so don't take it personally or internalize it if he's being tightlipped about something or acting a little suspicious.

- Getting familiar with his secretary. He always insists that you should tell him the minute you arrive, but you still feel weird interrupting him whenever he's stuck in a meeting so you choose to talk and gossip with her instead. She's usually the one who spills the tea and warns you if there's something's going on whenever he's in a bad mood or the rest of the building is acting like chickens with their heads cut off.

- Accompanying him to galas and office parties. He simply loves having you on his arm.

- Having your own personal driver. Sometimes you'll walk out of your apartment or a random a store and find a car waiting to take you to him. It's just something that becomes normal for you.

- He lowkey has a tracker on you but when you're dating someone who has so many enemies, isn't it kind of reassuring to know that he always has an idea of where you are? ...Don't answer that.

- Though he might not always go with you himself but he always makes sure that you never miss out on something that you're excited about. If he's too busy to attend or if it's really not his cup of tea, he'll pay for you and your friends and/or some of his closest confidants to go so that you're not alone and that you're safe.

- He occasionally has some of his more trusted employees deliver different things to you and/or escort you places whenever he doesn't have the time. And while it's initially a bit awkward for them, they don't mind handing you an expensive bouquet of flowers if it means you'll be able to persuade your boyfriend not to kill them whenever they manage to "disappoint" him.

- He might be good at pretending that he's an extrovert but he isn't actually all that social. He usually just prefers staying in with you after a long day and relaxing by your side, watching the city buzz around you and the stars shine in the sky. He isn't against going out on dates but he prefers having you all to himself and not being bothered.

- Getting to play with Picasso; his little pet Souliman Aktapan. Consider yourself lucky, he doesn't trust just anyone with the colorful little guy.

- Giving him back massages. It's a good way to loosen him up a little and ensure that he isn't about to blow up an entire city whenever he gets a little too tense. It's also an easy way to butter him up whenever you want to ask him about/for something.

- Getting your hair and nails done together. He has people who meet him wherever he is so the two of you don't even have to leave your house whenever you feel like you need a quick trim or a new set. You're dating someone who wears clear gel polish, alright. Don't act so surprised.

- Dates to different types of shows. Operas, ballets, movies: he can get any ticket you could ever want with a couple simple calls.

- Cruises and vacations. Whenever he has to meet with someone somewhere other than his building, he'll bring you along with him and make a trip out of it: promising to handle his business as quick as he possibly can and enjoy the rest of the get away with you doing whatever you'd like.

- Art museum dates. I advise you not to gush over one particular painting too much or else you run the risk of owning it in the very near future: he is the art dealer after all.

- The weirder you look the better. He enjoys the uniqueness of your face, parts of your body, etc. It's like you're a collectors item and as an art collector, he cant help but love it. After all, art is full of subjective opinions and varying ideas about beauty and his idea of beautiful is the thing that stares back at you when you look in the mirror.

- He genuinely gets offended whenever you show signs of being insecure. Like, why are you trying to change yourself? You obviously don't feel comfortable? He chose you for a reason and he's sort of insulted by the idea of you thinking that there's something wrong with the person that he chose to love.

- That being said: as much as he loves your usual sense of style, he can't help but buy you things that fit his aesthetic. He isn't trying to change you or anything, he simply thinks you'd look good in them and finds the idea of you matching with him to be kind of sexy. They're also comparably high quality, expensive outfits as well, so it's sort of like buying you Vivienne Westwood when you usually just thrift.

- The two of you are really in tune with each other: knowing where things are when the other doesn't, swapping things from each others plates without saying anything, dropping things blindly because you know the other will catch it, etc. It makes him happy to think about it whenever he realizes just how comfortable you've become in each others day to day lives.

- A gentleman™. Expect him to open doors for you, pull out your chair, help you up steps, etc. If he doesn't then his employees certainly do and that's entirely because of him so it's still somewhat flattering.

- Getting a tour of all of his creations and the various things that he's collected.

- Getting used to explosions and loud noises. It's part of the world he lives in and it's something you're just gonna have to deal with. He'll usually turn to you and nonchalantly tell you to "cover your ears now, darlin'", which gives you all of ten seconds to do so before having your ear drums blown out by the loudest "boom" you'll ever hear.

- Don't be surprised when he upgrades all of your appliances and fills your home with the newest of robotics; though he might just move you in with him before that even manages to happen. He likes having you at his disposal 24/7 so you're either sharing a home or he's making himself at home in your place; which you guess is just what happens when your boyfriend pays 90% of your rent.

- He immediately takes over and handles things for you whenever anyone is giving you any sort of hard time. Say what you will about him and his methods, he knows how to get things done. You'll never have to worry about any car dealership or landlord issue again.

- Zorg loves you to the point of creation. If you struggle with something, he'll invest thousands of dollars into an invention that'll make it easier for you. He'll then excitedly explain all of it's functions to you with the biggest smile on his face, waiting to see how happy it makes you and how many kisses he's earned by creating it for you.

- Speaking of investing thousands of dollars into something: Zorg takes it upon himself to fund you and your lifestyle. He likes seeing you happy and knowing that you're living carefree so don't be surprised when he gives you his credit card or makes it so that your bills are forwarded to him instead of to you. Also don't be surprised when he compensates you for the few times that he manages to miss one of your dates; which typically happens because he can't get away from work.

- Part of this urge also has to do with his insecurities. He knows that he's a very divisive person and that many people would; rightfully so, view him as a monster but he hopes that spoiling you might convince you otherwise; if all else fails. He's not purposefully trying to make you dependent on him; not for nefarious reasons, but he is hoping that the benefits will out way the negatives whenever you may or may not consider leaving him. You never have to work again so maybe just consider loving him?? Please?

- If you're talking to him, he's in a good mood. If you aren't, all of his companions suffer. His right hand man can tell whenever the two of you have had an argument or if he's worried about you through the way that he's handling his business; i.e. being trigger happy or firing double the amount of people he needs to "just because". Alternatively, he can tell whenever the two of you had a good time since Zorg will actually be kind of lenient. His mood depends on you so try to remember that the next time you forget to call and say good morning.

- It's literally agony for him to wait for your messages or for you to arrive for your dates; especially at the beginning of your relationship. He's constantly checking his clock and his messages and looking all around him whenever he's waiting for you to meet with him or expecting a call from you. He gets all anxious and/or moody whenever you don't reply quick enough for his liking or something of the sort. It's honestly kind of endearing to see how important you are to him; especially since he usually forgets about how upset he may or may not have been the minute you get back to him.

- You literally get away with so much, it's actually kind of funny. He simply can't stay mad and you and it's honestly a little frustrating for him since he doesn't know what it is about you that stops him from holding a grudge. He guesses that it has to be love, right? It's you and his little desk pet: the only two things he really cares about besides himself.

- Zorg likes pushing your buttons whenever he can get away with it; or even when he can't: playing the whole "it was just a joke" or trying to make it seem like whatever he did or said was actually for the best once he gets in trouble for it. He's the backpedal/excuse master supreme, able to talk his way out of anything once he's getting the attention or the opposite of the attention that he was trying to garner. He's a brat who thinks provoking you is fun foreplay so don't take it to heart whenever he's being bothersome.

- He's a terrible flirt: not in the "he's constantly flirting" kind of way but rather in the "he's actually kind of bad at flirting" kind of way instead. He's an eccentric who's never really practiced talking to women before, so don't be surprised if he grows unsure of what to say or stumbles on his responses whenever you turn his actually successful attempts at flirting back around on him. Also don't be surprised if most of his flirting consists of somewhat odd statements that only really become romantic if you take his personality into consideration and think about them hard enough.

- Zorg is the type of person to want everyone but his significant other to fear him. At times, it might annoy him how little influence he has over you but he'd despise it even more if you ever showed signs of fear or uncertainty towards him. You're the love of his life. He likes when you scoff at him or bicker back or so on. He likes that you know he'd never hurt you.

- He literally hates being interrupted so much. You should see the glares he sends towards his employees or anyone else who walks in on the two of you whenever you're having a moment. It takes everything in him not to kill them on the spot and he's honestly, probably unsuccessful at times.

- Though he makes excuses for himself, Zorg still comprehends the fact that he's not a good person so a part of him fears that you might prefer someone who's much more morally correct. It's usually during these instances of insecurity that he tends to get more serious with his reactions towards his own jealousy: like making thinly veiled threats towards the other person or insisting that you shouldn't go somewhere; or sometimes even genuinely considering exterminating the other person.

- When the situation is less serious, he'll simply be jealous over the fact that you didn't spend as much time with him as he would have liked or that he didn't have all of your attention. He'll usually act a lot more petulant rather than malevolent: following you around and questioning you with a tone that resembles a whine the minute the two of you are alone. It's honestly kind of amusing to see him get so pouty.

- He's usually very eager to brush off anyone else that shows interest in him, fully willing to be blunt and occasionally even a little aggressive in order to get his point across. "Well my wife wouldn't like that very much." he'll say with a tight lipped smile before leaving the other woman the minute he sees her smile drop. Sometimes he'll try to make you jealous in order to provoke or get back at you but that usually consists of him simply not moving away whenever a woman approaches him; rather than actually returning any flirtation.

- He's literally willing to exterminate entire races for literally no reason at all. Imagine what would happen if someone were to bother you or possibly even put you in harms way. You just say the words; or don't, and he'll handle it. Please let him handle it.

- He can get a little over the top when he's upset, but you usually just have to tell him to calm down and he'll do so almost immediately. You might get a "don't tell me to calm down" but he'll still do it anyways; especially if you give him a look.

- He'll then dissolve into somewhat hysterical ramblings while he tries to explain himself and the issue he's having, or very calmly try to reason with you as he does his best to control himself. If he's on the calmer side, he might speak to you in a very purposefully sweetened and somewhat sarcastic, pointed tone: making those sorts of "now, I know you wouldn't do something like that, would you darlin" sorts of comments with a tight lipped smile which you typically return to him in full. "I would if you blah blah blah."

- He gets over things relatively quickly so it doesn't take long for him to shyly apologize whenever he's in the wrong or extend the olive branch whenever you are just so that the two of you can go back to being on good terms. He hates fighting with you and his mood really depends on how well your relationship is going so the sooner you make up the better.

- He doesn't say he "loves you" incredibly often but he will say it; usually in a slight mutter because he's a little embarrassed over how much he actually cares about you. He doesn't want to seem like a total softie but his softie-like actions speak louder than his words.

- Zorg would probably propose to you pretty early on in your relationship. He was sure about you the minute you agreed to be his girlfriend so he's pretty eager to move things along. As amusing as it may sound, he also seems like the type to want an almost stereotypical "white picket fence dream": the marriage, the kids, etc.

[ranticore]

john is a 30 or 60 year old man who is currently a 5th level wizard professor at a university but used to be a sea captain. the scars on his face (and the whole left side of his body) are self-inflicted burns from dumb magic experiments in his youth. he always wanted to be a wizard but didn't really get to until he ran away to be a wizard for real instead of a boring old captain of a dreadnought-class warship in the noble family business of murdering everybody trying to muscle in on their sea trade

the reason his werewolf form looks like that is because his people have only recently (recent on a cosmological scale that is) taken to the sea, turning their backs on their original normal werewolf god. their new god granted them increasingly aquatic forms with subsequent generations

[colemorrison]

My heart is yours

Bap’s hands ran over exposed skin softly, yawning at the hot sun pouring into the room, it wasn’t too hot, Niran had taken all the blankets at one point so Jean was a nice temperature.

“Good morning handsome.”

He spoke softly shuffling to press a kiss to the others head, the other man stirred but didn’t reply. Baptiste smiled softly, Lifeweaver did this everyday, he wouldn’t ‘wake up’ until his lover had given him three kisses.

“Do you really need to be given three kisses every morning?”

Niran didn’t respond, simply moving a finger to tap each cheek, sure he was a little high maintenance but his love never ran out. Jean smiled and pressed a small kiss to each of the others cheeks, with a soft whisper of.

“I love you.”

“I know you do Jean, and I you.”

————

Just a lil thing of them.

[ainsi-soit-il]

Just as a point of clarification, since I've seen speculation as to what exactly the purpose of the Catholic vs. Protestant guessing game is:

I hope to highlight foundational theological beliefs that Protestants and Catholics share, such as the Trinity and the Incarnation.

I hope to highlight the shared theological heritage of Protestants and Catholics.

I hope to make Catholic theology more approachable to Protestants, and Protestant theology more approachable to Catholics.

TL;DR, this is intended as a friendly exercise in Christian ecumenism.

[aaabsinthe]

Overwatch Male Characters Masterlist

Here is the Masterlist of Overwatch male characters - please ensure to read and check the request rules before requesting!

Key

Angst: -

Fluff: =

Smut (18+): *

Baptiste 

Bastion 

Cole Cassidy

Doomfist

Genji

Hanzo

= + * Hanzo x Female Reader Relationship Headcanons and NSFW Headcanons

Junkrat

Lucio

Ramattra

Reaper

Reinhardt

Roadhog

Sigma

Soldier 76

Torbjörn

Zenyatta

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @direwombat

Checking-in with some more of John and Sabrina's AU: from Oliver and Leslie coming clean about their wrongdoings to John's no-so-pleasant introduction to his neighbors. Mwah.

Leslie watched Oliver rush in the division, headed towards his desk with conviction. "Fucker is more patient than expected.", he muttered and threw himself in one of the chairs across from him. "I still can't believe you went there to begin with." "I did it for you, and for her. We need to know who exactly we're dealing with." Leslie's eyes quickly darted to his, before returning to his computer screen, "Nothing comes up on him. He's clean." "You ran a check on him?", Oliver asked and gave him a mischievous smile, "You changed your mind, didn't you? You're not giving up on her." "Nothing like that.", the stern look didn't erase his wide grin, "You said it yourself, we need to know who we're dealing with." "Sure. Tell yourself that.", he gestured behind him, "Rina's on her way up, too. Though, with how he was looking at her like he was about to eat her and not his lunch, it might be a while." Leslie frowned at the absolutely unnecessary information, "I didn't ask." "I'm just debriefing you.", McKenzie shrugged innocently, "You don't like it… man up, Leslie, and do something to shift the tide." "Drop the idea. Better yet, drop the pirate puns." "Can't do. I'm loving playing wingman, but you might want to consider hazard pay for good old Ollie." Leslie scrunched his nose, "Do I even want to know?"

"Sat next to the guy, and you know how tiny Rue's booths are. Have to say, my instincts were screaming at me I might get stabbed at any moment. Fucked with him nonetheless. Even made him pay for my food." His eyes narrowed, "Didn't you just say he was patient?" "Patient. But a storm was brewing beneath it all. I can tell when I need to stop pushing, you know.", Oliver leaned back in his chair, locking his hands at the nape of his neck, "He sure almost broke character when I mentioned a three-way." "You-" "Absolutely did.", he appeared as if he was contemplating something, "Icky visuals to picture, between Rina and him looking like you… no offense. I feel like that threesome will scar me and not in a good way." Leslie snorted at the idea, "He doesn't look like me." "Leslie, do you own a mirror?" The door put an end to their argument about the looks of Sabrina's date. The two watched her silently make her way over to her desk, and her flushed cheeks made him question if Oliver had been right about her taking extra time bidding John goodbye. "Any deliveries for me?", she finally spoke up, leaning against her desk as she regarded them the same way she did with suspects. "Nope.", McKenzie retorted quickly, "You waiting on something, Rina? Did you do some late-night online shopping?" "John sent flowers." "He did?", Leslie made the mistake of joining the conversation. "Indeed. So you two just skip to the part where you tell me what happened to them."

"What a frivolous accusation.", Oliver chirped at the same time as Parish rolled away from his desk to pull out the waste bin and slide it over to her. "What?", Sabrina reached out to touch one one of the pitiful roses. "I threw it away." McKenzie swore under his breath at the unprompted confession. A confused frown marred her features, "Why, Leslie?" "Because it was disrespectful as hell." "I don't understand. He sent me flowers. Flowers, Leslie. Why would-" "Read the fucking card, Rina. Not only is he pompous and cliched as hell, but he has no damn shame either.", Oliver cut her off. Sabrina looked between him and the bouquet before reluctantly picking up the card laying on top. Leslie could tell exactly when she came to the realization, her lips forming a small 'oh' before she pursed them in disapproval, aimed at the wrong perpetrator. "Listen, I'm not shaming ya, you ride whoever you want to ride.", Oliver broke the silence again, "I don't give a fuck if he's a lawyer, a senator, hell, even my father, though my ma would take offense. But this,", he gestured to her hands holding the card, "is tacky. Frankly borderline criminal." "Guys.", a sigh, then she stopped. "What? Tell me you love the flowers. Come on. 100 roses or fuck knows how many, paired with that card. To your workplace. Romantic." "Ollie.", Leslie muttered under his breath, "That's enough." "I didn't…", she huffed, throwing the card at Oliver, "I didn't sleep with him."

He, in turn, opened the small piece of paper and presented it, finger tapping the writing on the inside for good measure, "'Thank you for last night.'" "I helped him with something.", she pointed at him, "And no, I'm not telling you after the shit you pulled at lunch. Hell, it's a miracle he still wants to go out again after being hit by hurricane Oliver." "I'm sorry.", the look aimed at him reeked of disbelief, "I truly am. But come on, you can't leave me hanging. I need more that 'I helped with something' to believe it's all innocent." "You're just going to keep pestering me the whole day until I tell you, aren't you?" McKenzie smirked, "Have we met? Damn right, I will." "No word about it. Promise me. Both of you." "We do. Spill.", he said quickly before Leslie even had a chance to respond. "A bat went into his hotel room while he was in the shower or something.", she let out a small laugh, "He called me, freaking out. I helped him to deal with the poor thing. No bats were harmed." Oliver tilted his head, "But can we say the same about his family jewels?" "Ollie." "What? You know they tend to dangle, hence why they'd look like a target…" "Gross." "Just an observation." "Les, any snarky comments from you? So we can move on from the subject." "Nope. Got nothing."

Sabrina cleared her throat, "The flowers are a 'thank you' for that." "I still don't like it.", Parish uttered out. "Of course you don't. You all won't approve of anyone I'd choose to go out with, not just John. Nobody would be good enough." "No. He doesn't have to be perfect.", it was his turn to point at the roses that were a thorn in his eye, no matter their true purpose, "First thing he does out in the open and he's overdoing it, sending you a bouquet you can't even hold without being hidden behind it. Did he even ask if you like roses?" "Roses are perfectly fine." "They sure aren't something you'd pick." "Doesn't matter. It's the gesture I care about. The fact that he thought of me." Oliver groaned at her excuse, "And the card? Can't tell me he didn't know it could be taken out of context." "He probably wanted to make me laugh.", she crossed her arms, fully set on believing she knew a man she just met, "You saw him at lunch. He's well-behaved, a gentleman. He paid for your food, for heaven's sake. He didn't have to." "Sure he is. You forgot weird from the list, by the way." "I like him, Ollie, strangeness included. And I don't want to argue with either of you, all because I went out on one date." Sabrina took a few steps forward until she was standing next to Leslie's desk and offered out both of her hands for each detective to take, "Understood?" Oliver was the first to react, faking a handshake, which made her smile, "Fine, fine. I still don't know what you see in Batman, especially with how much he looks like a slightly shrunken version of Leslie. You better hope nothing below the belt is-"

"Oliver, oh my f-" "He doesn't look anything like me.", Leslie cut in. "But…", McKenzie made a dramatic pause, "I will tolerate his existence." "Batman? You better not call him that to his face." He patter her hand, "No promises." "Les?", her eyes moved to Parish, noticing he had made no move to grab her hand. A few beats passed and he finally caved in. "Fine.", he muttered in defeat as he enveloped it in his, "As long as you're happy, I'm happy." Leslie did his hardest to avoid the pointed look Oliver tried to give him from across the desk, releasing her hand as he added, "We got a tip on Keats while you were at lunch. Right when you left. Seemed promising, but… nothing came out of it." "You went there? Why- why didn't you call me?", her voice rose at the potential of finally capturing a suspect in one of their older cases, "I told you-" "And ruin your date?" Sabrina rolled her eyes, "Oliver was already on that. You should have called." "I was not. Excuse me for going hungry and stopping at my favorite restaurant where you happened to be, too. Not my fault Batman can't handle another man's presence as he's trying to charm the pants off someone. Hell, he should have thanked me for making things more interesting.", Oliver rattled on. "Ollie." "Yeah?" "You were in his space, stealing his food… when you had your own."

"I was testing his generosity.", he argued, "If he can't share with me, how will he be with my goddaughter?" "What am I going to do with you…", she sighed in exasperation, "Now, enough of you trying to distract me and save Leslie from getting an earful about being reckless." "Don't stop at my expense, Rina. I'm waiting for the spanking, you know I love a good show." Leslie ignored his remarks, "It's not a big deal. All I got to see was an empty house." She sent a frown his way at the nonchalant tone he had used, "Doesn't matter. Wherever you go, I come, too. It's protocol." "I was in no danger whatsoever. Keats is half my size." "It's how you go shot last time, Leslie. Going off on your own. Or did you forget it altogether?" It was almost impossible to erase the memory, of thinking he was going to bleed to death after a suspect had blindsided him, only to be found by a good samaritan, passed out in a warehouse the middle of nowhere in a pool of his own blood. A miracle. He still carried the scar of the bullet that had almost taken his life. Had gotten a tattoo near it to remind himself he had pulled through, that he was still breathing. Sabrina knew it. "You weren't even here back then, Rina." "You-", her hazel eyes narrowed as she smacked his shoulder, "No stunts like that, swear it." "I promise." "Good. Because you're not dying on me, Parish.", she said with conviction before setting on trying to salvage whatever she could from the flowers, just as the phone on his desk rang with a new tip.

"So you would advise me against that?", Owen Montgomery asked for what felt like the hundredth time, causing John to pinch the bridge of his nose as he pushed his simmering frustration down. "That's exactly what I said, Owen." "But-", the man started again and he interrupted him before he could slip into another useless deviation from the issue at hand, from the fact he was close to ending up with nothing as settlement. "Do you want to live in a one-bedroom apartment in the bad side of town?", John asked flatly, "Because that would happen if you go against the prenuptial agreement." Owen let out a string of curses, directed at his soon to be ex-wife. "The settlement is more than generous.", he reminded his client, "You wanted the divorce, you either accept what she's willing to give you or find a way to convince her to be more lenient on your own." John doubted the latter was possible, considering the Mrs. Montgomery had a team of lawyers that communicated with Owen on her behalf after she had cut off all contact with her husband. "I-", he stopped himself, silence taking over his side. "Are we clear?" Owen sighed, "Yeah. Thank you, I guess." He hung up with that without sparing any pleasantries. In a way, John could blame his wife for the way she was responding to the divorce proceedings, considering he was not only leaving her for another woman, but also trying to start anew with her hard earned money. Owen Montgomery was what could be considered a nightmare client. Always making demands, not once stopping to consider how outrageous they would get.

After parting ways with Sabrina, John had returned to his hotel, successfully avoiding any encounters with Candice Donovan. He rolled his shoulders and leaned back in his chair, feeling some of the tension that had accumulated thanks to sitting at the small desk for a couple of hours and going over various clients' complaints. If the amount of calls Penny had transferred straight to him was any indicator, she probably hadn't exactly bothered to clear out his schedule either. At some point into his second phone call, he had moved from loosening his tie to fully removing it. He felt like he could breathe easier with a couple of buttons of his shirt undone and was glad he wasn't dealing with his clients face to face after so soon after having to tolerate Oliver. The fact his PA seemed to only do the bare minimum of her duties wasn't helping matters.

Once he had taken care of everything that needed to be addressed immediately, John settled for staying in again and ordering room service after taking a quick freezing shower. Instead of reaching for a towel like he usually did, he grabbed one of the bathrobes hanging in the bathroom as shivers racked his body. His food felt mediocre at best, giving him a sense of chewing rubber and not a meal served at a 5-star hotel. As much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, he was miserable. Disappointed there was no laughter to fill the silence that weighted him down as the hours dragged by slower than usual. Annoyed that Sabrina wasn't there and he was stuck replaying their previous conversations in his head. The fuck is wrong with me? He couldn't figure out why he couldn't stop thinking about the slice of chocolate pie they would have been sharing had Oliver not been at lunch. I miss her? Is that it? That was what he mulled over as he walked to his bed and lay down on his back, enveloped by the soft robe. "At least there's no bats flying around.", he muttered out loud, staring at the white ceiling above him, "It could be far worse." Minutes later, he began regretting his words after getting his first clue in how thin the walls between rooms must have been. It all had started innocently enough, with a female's muffled moan that had made him raise an eyebrow.

"More. Yes. YES.", the sound of the headboard banging against the wall carried over as the woman continued switching between languages and shouting out orders at her bed partner. John had lost count how many times she had praised the man's cock in size, he was questioning if she had ever seen a ruler in her life. If she could even begin to realize how ridiculous her comparisons sounded in reality. If I hear another outrageous metaphor, I swear to God- The woman switched to French again, her voice raising even more, joined by the man's grunts. "I hope you've left your window open, and a bat chooses to visit you, too.", John gritted out as he picked up the hotel phone and dialed reception. "Yes, Mr. Duncan?", a female's voice sounded on the other line. "I'm calling to raise a noise complaint. A couple in room 310 have been causing continuous disturbance." "I'm so sorry to hear that. I will call their room, and sort it out immediately." "Thank you." True to her words, he could guess the exact moment the call was made because all of the noises stopped suddenly. "Sweet silence. Thank God.", John muttered with a satisfied grin, and closed his eyes as he snuggled into his pillow. Yet the peace didn't last long, with the two next door slipping back into their previous activities despite the warning from the front desk. "For heaven's sake.", he shouted and it somehow wasn't loud enough to match the woman's screeches that sounded more like a wounded animal, than somebody enjoying themselves.

As more muffled profanities left her mouth, he reached for the receiver again and dialed reception again. "Yes, Mr. Duncan?" "The issue hasn't been resolved.", he said darkly. "I was assured they would keep it down, sir. I'm not at liberty to do anything aside from calling again." "Call the police for all I care. Just shut them up." "Sir,", the woman sighed, "The window for noise disturbances is from 10 pm to 7 am, I'm afraid-" "Remind me again how many stars does your hotel have?", he interrupted the poor excuse. "I will place another call."

After multiple calls later and the wretched noises persisting, John began to wonder if this was a new form of torture Portland had selected for him. Karma. He almost wished he was back in the diner and forced to listen to random stories from Oliver. Where some would most likely find enjoyment in overhearing a couple in the heat of the moment, he could safely say the prolonged show they were giving the hotel wasn't doing anything for him aside from reminding him he didn't have anyone in his bed, that the only thing keeping him company were his fantasies of her. Then as the sky had already darkened and he was considering throwing on some clothes and just leaving the hotel altogether before he would do anything drastic with his anger raising anytime the headboard would slam on the other side of his wall, his phone rang. He accepted the call, doubting Sabrina's voice would cancel the couple's latest role-playing round. "Hey.", she wore a content smile, her overall demeanor the opposite of what he was feeling at that moment. "Hey.", he forced himself to return her grin, but guessed it hadn't worked if he was to judge by the frown she gave him. "What's wrong?" "This,", he said as he rose up in bed and brought the phone closer to the adjoining wall between the two rooms. "Is that-", she paused, blinking quickly at the array of noises that carried over.

"Yes. They're, excuse my French,", he let out a humorless chuckle at the accidental pun, "fucking. Have been for hours, Detective." Sabrina winced visibly and bit her lip, "And the hotel isn't doing anything?" "I called reception to deal with them multiple times, it's like they're taking my complaints as encouragement." "Jesus." "She's been trying to summon him for a while now." A laugh broke free before she quickly said, "I'm sorry." "Don't be… I can imagine how amusing it could be from an outsider perspective. Me on the other hand… I'm contemplating spending my night in the bathroom." He rubbed at his eye, feeling a headache forming, "I'm close to just going out, and I have no idea where I would even go." "John." "Yeah?" She looked torn, almost like she was unsure if she should voice whatever was on her mind. "Now you're worrying me.", he remarked at her furrowed eyebrows. "I'm thinking." He cracked a small smile, "I see that." The woman in 310 began chanting, making him squeeze his eyes shut as he told reminded himself he needed to remain calm. Monday can't come quickly enough. What I wouldn't do for the universe to stop hating me and grant me a plane ticket before Friday. "Have to say, I'm jealous - I certainly can't hear my own thoughts.", he uttered out, raking a hand through his hair. "John.", she repeated his name, making him crack his eyes open at the shift in her tone.

"What is it?" "Did you have dinner yet?", her question took him aback considering the more pressing issue he was faced with. "No.", he lied with ease, gaze darting to his half-finished plate, to his meal that had no doubt turned cold after being becoming long forgotten thanks to his lack of appetite paired with the neighbors' antics. She nodded but didn't elaborate further. "Why did you ask?", he pushed for an answer, his curiosity fully awaken. "It's probably a weird thing to suggest after we just had lunch." Now you have my full attention. "Weirder than her,", he titled his head at the wall behind him, "comparing her lover's moves to a sledge hammer? Both in English, and French?" A hand covered her mouth as she tried to stop a giggle from emerging. "It's okay to laugh, you know. At least something comes out of my misery then." "You could always march over there and threaten to sue them for harassment… Your poor ears would thank you." "Don't tempt me. Because we might end up with a different situation on our hands." She raised an eyebrow, "Them asking you to join?", all he could do was blink as she laughed quietly, "Kidding. Oliver isn't rubbing off on me, I promise." Chances are things would be getting physical in a different way. "Frankly, I won't be shocked.", he leaned his head on his head, willing for the throbbing at his temples to reside, "Back to the subject at hand - what were you going to suggest?"

Her eyes darted away from his as she looked down, her unease on full display, "Forget I said anything, it's stupid." "Impossible.", he retorted, "I highly doubt whatever it is is more embarrassing than me hiding away from a bat and calling you in the middle of the night. So, try me." Her cheeky smile made a return, "You forgot the naked part." "Trust me, I haven't forgotten. And I'm listening, as much as I can, really." The woman in the other room was back to shouting profanities in French, making him sigh in defeat. "I-", Sabrina cleared her throat, getting a couple of words out before she could change her mind, "I have some leftovers from dinner and since you haven't eaten yet…" Leftovers? His lips quirked up, "Are you asking me to come over?", the unintended innuendo behind his question caused her to frown, so he rushed to add, "I know you don't mean it that way." He was back to gesturing at the wall separating him from all the action happening next door. Her face relaxed at his words, "I am. Yes. But if you think it's too weird…" "Sabrina?" "Yeah?" "Offering to spare me having to listen to them fornicate,", he couldn't help his snarl as the man moved into grunting out lines from his usual repertoire, "isn't weird. I'd call it generous as hell." He was fully preparing himself to slip into an argument how he hated ear plugs, before moving onto invalidating any other simpler solution that stood between him and seeing her again, when she nodded, "Should I text you the address?" The second she asked that, his heart began to thump almost as loud as the couple's bed, causing him to rub his chest through the robe as he mumbled a quiet, "Yes." "Okay." He matched her smile, "See you in a few, then."

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everyone get up and make some noise for sirius' vivienne westwood two cowboys with their cocks out shirt!! we're losing our minds over here for sirius' vivienne westwood two cowboys with their cocks out shirt!!

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Overwatch Characters Love Languages Part 1

Just some of my headcanons. I didn't do everyone either. More will come though <3

Ana She’s very much a Acts of Service person. What people do and say are two different things. She needs you to be the sort of person who can back up your words. It means so much more to her to do things together, to show you have one another backs.

Ashe Acts of service and Quality time She’s another one who thinks actions are louder than words. When she’s all in with someone, she really is all in and would kill for her partner, expecting that sort of ride or die in return. Time together is imporant to Ashe, she doesn’t need to feel lonely again.

Baptiste He’s a words of affirmation sort of partner. He doesn’t believe in lies or secrets, he is always a fan of open communication in a relationship and therefore always wants to tell his partners how much they mean to him, that they are amazing. He also needs that back, to be told he’s doing his best.

Cassidy Pshycal touch is his big one. Not even sexy times but there is something about him, he always needs to be touchy with you. Linking fingers together across the table, hand in your pocket when you guys are walking around. He’s a big handholder, a fiend who brushes hair back and loves the ol’ fashion kiss on the back of the hand deal. D.va Quailty Time she doesn’t need gifts or grand gestures, she’s not a fan of PDA but she will love you forever if you just sit with her and watch a show or game along side her. Even if you aren’t into the game she is, just being there with her is all she craves. She’s a big fan of parallel play in a relationship.

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Welcome to my fandom writing blog :]

I mostly write full fics for myself, typically reader-insert so others can enjoy. I probably won’t take requests for a full narrative.

I can do headcanons and short imagines for you readers though! Currently I will only do these for almost any characterin Overwatch and Spiderverse, however, since these are my current hyperfixations. (Hammond/Wreckingball and Spider-Ham not included)

I will NOT write about;

R*pe, non-con, or forced scenarios

Underage, SA, questionable/controversial fetishes

Incest, or relatives sharing a partner

Sigma. I’m so sorry. I just can’t.

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Nearly anything else

Gender and sexuality headcanons

NSFW, fluff, platonic, poly, fun things!!

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Hahahahahaha the family patriarch is dying, and the matriarchs are all on their last legs and that means soon my cousin John will run the family and my disownment will be complete \●/

[overwatchfics]

Mayhaps... Baptiste with s/o who got kidnapped by Talon to be used as a bargaining chip?

Baptiste w/ a kidnapped S/O

@cerezzzita bc I know you want some of our baby boy Bappy content too

This man is BROKEN

Jean decides he is tired of running, tired of hiding, and he's ready to put some not so healing bullets into Talon agents

He calls in some favors from Sombra to find your location

And he's rather relieved when none of the more deadly agents of Talon are there.

Jean is definitely scared, of being captured, but his love for you eclipses his fear of being taken from Talon

He refuses to let them take you and turn you into a monster.

You know that spec ops skin in OW? That's him rn, they didn't give us that for no reason y'all.

He's got the suppressor and laser sights, and he's taking down Talon agents one by one.

Jean sees you handcuffed to a chair, with a bruise forming on your jaw

He takes the cuff keys from one of the dead guards before unlocking it.

There are tears in his eye the whole time, but he is trying to be strong for you

Eventually the two of you make it out of there and end up on a plane back to the home you were stolen from. Jean has your hand in his and he cradles you into his chest, he was scared half to death.

Once home, he takes some extra measures and Sombra keeps him updated on Talon's movements against him. The moment Jean gets to relax, he goes to the store buys a crap ton of groceries and cooks a massive dinner that takes him all day to make

I'm convinced this man CAN COOK

After dinner he'll put on some soft music and hold you close, swaying his body with you in his arms whispering sweet nothings into your ear of how much he loved you and couldn't afford to lose you

Jean, pulls you into a tearful kiss, and cradles your face as if it were glass. He's shaking from the nerves, but he pulls back just enough to look you into the eyes and brush a thumb against the tears that were threatening to spill from your own eyes.

Leora you're going to make me cry